powdered sugar on your fingers, coffee on your shirt bribes in your pocket, you never do any work you fat f*cking slob you just sit in a car until you get off work then it’s back to the bar

[chorus:] you f*cking pig-pig you’re a f*cking cop-cop [x4]

you never catch any crooks but har*ss everyone else your fat fingers don’t fit the trigger you’re too slow to catch a n*gg*r you’re a suburban cop because you’re scared of the city you broke a stool at dunkin donuts because you’re so f*cking fat